J WHO AM I? J I’m football, flying to Andre Johnson. I’m hotdogs, sat in a pot of boiling water, about to get gobbled down. I’m cake, about to be crushed by candles, melting into my body. I’m hot cheeto’s, sat in a mouth, of gooey slobber. I’m racing games, racing into action, of a drag race. I’m baseball, getting hit by a bat flying into my face! ¶¶¶¶¶ I’m not read, on a bad rainy day. I’m not home work, on a sheet of notebook paper. I’m not school, in a big gigantic building. I’m not sister, playing with her and her baby dolls. I’m NOT writing, on the day of STAAR.
J WHO AM I? J
I’m football, flying to Andre Johnson.
I’m hotdogs, sat in a pot of boiling water, about to get gobbled down.
I’m cake, about to be crushed by candles, melting into my body.
I’m hot cheeto’s, sat in a mouth, of gooey slobber.
I’m racing games, racing into action, of a drag race.
I’m baseball, getting hit by a bat flying into my face!
¶¶¶¶¶
I’m not read, on a bad rainy day.
I’m not home work, on a sheet of notebook paper.
I’m not school, in a big gigantic building.
I’m not sister, playing with her and her baby dolls.
I’m NOT writing, on the day of STAAR.